Once from a crowded lobby where he’d said it’d only been a quick check-in. He’d felt a “flutter of excitement”

The second time was for insurance in case he couldn’t check daily like I’d initially asked of him and he instantly hardened as he began to text me the update, he said.

He only got to mentioned staring at my profile in his third note during a very long and very busy day of mine.

And the fourth was from his bustling shared office — his cock had been “pressing [him] to steal away glances” as he could — and it got engorged from our exchange, but he didn’t think he had anywhere private enough to take care of it.

The Neighbor used to ask for things to do, little subby tasks, but he would inevitably fail despite him agreeing to the terms and the tasks beforehand. That meant I was left with punishing him, which ultimately is what he wanted in the first place I suspect, so I wasn’t dominating anyone: he was topping from the bottom and I was left with the shit end of the stick.

I hated every second of it and couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong; it highlighted my insecurities with him and make me feel inadequate in an area where I’d once felt competent. It was a colossal mistake to keep trying…

But this man, this boy, he seems so different already. I hesitate to be hopeful, but I will admit to experiencing a sense of calm, a gentle lick of joy as I see him go to great lengths to meet my expectations.

It is a wondrously quiet thing for me to experience as all the vanilla men in my life either drop off the face of the planet after days of warm exchanges, pander to me until I push them away, or rocket off into the outer limits of some crazed hysteria revolving around unresolved childhood traumas.

This kinky, submissive man is cool as ice and he’s melting in my hand.

Well i’m by myself in my office so i’m playing with myself a little. Someone could come in though so i have to be careful.

Can you lock the door?

It’s locked. I share an office w 4 other ppl and we all keep long hours, so hard so get privacy. Some of them are still here just in a meeting right now. I can hear them when they unlock the door so i’m ok with what i’m doing. But i prob can’t take it out right now. I’ll run to the restroom. It’s not very private but i can at least take it out and hold it for you if you’d like

No, it’s ok. Was at sports class with all the moms lol Headed home now Pretty sure I was the only one there with a good boy stroking himself to me across town

Hahaha Do you have an honorific you’d like me to call you?

Are you hard?

Yes and stroking

Yes. Call me Ma’am and Miss I don’t care if they’re capitalized or not. I imagine you saying it

yes Ma’am :)

Mm fuck Gets me every time! And you? What gets you?

Do you prefer one or the other?

I prefer Ma’am, but also like Miss

good boy, but i also like to be called slave or pet or slut. Haha i’m def blushing now Any of those work?

I like boy and pet and slut – in that order – and also each deepens the meaning and is dependent on the context Boy feels right for now. Pet later, possibly as things progress and for certain things, and slut for when you really are my little slut

Ok sounds good! I mean i’m stroking my cock in the public restroom, flushed red, Miss… pretty slutty :) i mean you can call me anything you like, sweet or degrading, if there’s something you like. i’ll like it more if it’s what you want those are just things that have got my blood running in the past

I want to call you my little pervert right now ;)

:)

Perfect little slutty pervert playing with himself in a public restroom bc I want him to >:)

that text is going to make me cum, Ma’am

Can you hold on another minute?

yes Ma’am

Can you cum by the time you count to 50? Sooner? What if I counted down? Could you cum that way?

Q: Do you believe in Hell?
Many people people dont.
A: …yet, that certainly doesnt
prevent Jesus from turning-you-away
from Seventh-Heaven precisely cuzz
you sinned gravely AND didnt repent,
thinking you’re your own god.
Thus, really you who hate Jesus:
you can deny Hellfire until you’re
engulfed in the Abyss o’Misery.

All-Mighty God love U.S.
extravagantly passionate…
yet, even God has limits:
when we sinfull mortals croak,
THAT’S His limit.